My ghost story does not revolve around a haunted place. I have had some strange dealings with unknown entities at various locations since I was 21, so I can only assume I am somewhat physic and these entities choose to contact me when they are in the area or the time is right. I can only hear or see evidence of their presence such as lights and TV's going on and off or manipulation of personal items. I have also had a few dreams that contained "video" of events unfolding while I was sleeping, like a plane in route that would later crash and a friend's car accident I actually saw though his eyes as it occurred.
This story takes place in the apartment I shared with my first ex husband. It was a two story town home; the main living quarters where in the upper half, the bedroom in the lower part. Since you had to go down a few steps to the bedroom, it had a basement like feel to it. The downstairs bathroom was connected to the bedroom by a short lighted hallway lined with closets.
My ex was preparing to go out with a friend of his from work, a man named "Scratch". I got an uncomfortable feeling around this person and the things my ex told me about him regarding goings on at work only added to my anxiety. As my ex brushed his teeth and talked about his plans for the evening I stood in the hallway with my arms crossed, listening with foreboding. Movement above me interrupted the conversation, I ducked as I saw the hallway light globe descend and shatter in mid-air, the large shards of glass dropping straight down. The light bulb was still intact and lighted. We both stared at the shards, about 6 in number, speechless. The round rim of the globe was still completely intact. My ex had to leave then, when he did I cleaned up the mess noting that the glass wasn't everywhere, just in a neat pile. Odd.
I tried to put the incident out of mind, convincing myself it was a result of a hairline fracture that weakened and finally exploded with the heat of the bulb. I went to bed and slept soundly until my ex crawled into bed 4 hours later. He told me Scratch was upstairs on the couch, he was going to sleep over as he had too much to drink to drive him home. I went back to sleep until I was awakened by the noise our sliding glass door opening upstairs. This glass door led out onto a patio which also connected to a path to the parking lot. I went back to sleep, too tired to try and make sense of the sound.
The next day when my ex got home from work he told me some fellow workers had seen our car on the strip late the night before (we lived near an airport) and it looked like the occupant was soliciting or dealing. My ex assured them he was home in bed at the time of the incident; it could not have been our car. Upon inspecting the car when he left work he found things in it that weren't there the night before. I told my ex about the sliding glass door sound I heard the night before. Scratch must have taken our car while we were sleeping; the keys had been left in the kitchen.
I had an "ah ha" moment, I immediately got a small step ladder out of the closet and pulled it under the hall fixture so I could examine it. As I expected, the screws that hold the rim of the globe covering were still fully screwed in. I had changed the light bulb myself a few weeks before and was especially careful with the screw placement for fear of chipping the rim. I tested it, the cover was secure. There was no way the globe could have dropped on its own out of the fixture, I knew then it had been a colossal warning about the subject of our conversation, Scratch. I showed my ex the screws and told him based on my experiences in the past, someone, or something, was warning us about Scratch and to not go out with him again. He didn't. Later that week Scratch was fired from work for theft. We never saw him again.